The Sparkling Artist

I had hoped my twinkling eyes would encourage you to alight in my world, to dance with me Another sparkling artist catches my i and i am in love again, perpetually re-falling in love, addicted to cupidity on authenticity. I love great artists and humanists In our ellipses upon ellipses within a community of affection we are the petals of of the lotus blossom. Love has many meanings, ambiguity leads to misunderstandings we live in a world of misunderstandings. for a time we can hold someone close and help them feel and bring down the moon and plant the seed, fertilize the mind and give it all away to the children and for a time it is good storms crash, cupidity betrays what treacherous god is this in which we die? It is no such thing all that is given will be taken so give.